Snowdrop Memorial Funds.Events and Poems

Snowdrops bringing hope of a better future for all those with mesothelioma.

Photographs by Jan Shepherd in memory of her husband Alan.

Them by Edna Thorpe

We planted our snowdrops to remind us of them

Then our snowdrops bloomed and we thought of them

So strong and steadfast, just like them

But our snowdrops will bloom year after year

To remind us our loved ones will alaways be near

To help us to be strong and true

To be near us and guide us in all we do

Our hearts were broken when they were called away

All we wanted was for them to stay

But we know that one day, we will be together

And our love for them will go on and on forever

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The Working Man’s Disease

You struggle to breath. There is no ease.

Why, cause you went to work in the ship yards.

This is what’s so hard, a young lad of seventeen glad to work in Walker Naval Yard.

The working man’s disease, from which there was no ease.

You lagged the pipes in the boiler room in Walker Naval Yard but in that work grew a deadly disease.

Like a tree it branched off inside of you, killing you, unknown to us thirty years on you were gone.

A mask they could have gave, they didn’t and sent you to your grave.

The working man’s disease.

Please please heed the message here, I lost a man so dear.

Why did he die? That word asbestos. That word I detested.

It gives me no ease that now we know this killer lurks in every nook and cranny.

I need you to be aware, life is not fair and I care that no one else goes through the pain and heartache we did.

I want you all to live.

Gillian Nicholson in Memory of my Husband Brian

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The Snowdrop

Snowdrop Snowdrop

Dainty and White

I look out my window and see you at night

Jan Shepherd in memory of husband Alan

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Naturalism and Wisdom

by Pauline Bonney

SE Asbestos Awareness (Voluntary) Support Group

It grows in clumps. Simplistic in shape and is so brave, recognizing that more lives can in the future be saved.

This flower represents past workers innoncence and loyalty, its drooping head sighs at Mesothelioma’s cruelty.

No imperfections grace its puriyu, as year after year it reapppears to delight for us helping bring national mesothelioma into the spotlight.

The bell shaped head which does not ring and makes no sound. Are like memories of loved ones in our hearts and heads spinning around.

This single little bloom has imprortance and power assisting the struggle of man’s day of duty and working hour.

It has no reason to deceive, no taint in its colour white. Asbestos, the Hidden Killer has! Hiding from our very sight.

Flay judgement of unneccasary sufferring we bring to your attention of men, women and children, never forgotten, yet barely mentioned.

Silently, standing in the Spring freshness with no fragrance or scent, the snowdrops for all victims of Mesothelioma represents.

To all who read this little poem, I hope you see the intent of making you aware of lives that asbestos spent.

Regard the snowdrop as no ordinary flower, remeber its significance. Have well being and safety from asbestos. It can be a life, difference!

Written for Action Mesothelioma Day July 2nd 2010

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